"Yeah, that's him Sandals." [i] Bjorke said with another loud laugh, pulling his helmet off. The face didn't quite match the personality, seeing as his features seemed to be mean as hell. Short hair on the side and a mop on top, with a bushy grown out beard. Scars crossed his face, and pale blue eyes stared out. Where Lance's were ice cold and screamed power and rage, Bjorke's had a humorous light to them.[/i] "I'm gonna have a whale bone to pick with him though, pulled me away right as I was about to open the score of a lifetime." [i] He shook his head in disappointment.[/i] "He owes me big time."